Monday, September 1, 2008
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Upon the clarion call
We left the shore
Touch miles
Take a shed under another man’s sky
To humanity – we serve
For man-ity, we starve
The chorus is unity is in diversity
Concocted with flurry of activities
With the cacophonic sound of the beagle
We prance to the music of struggle
For our Spartan, sweat-soaked khaki
We clinch the almighty allowee
Tomorrow we’ll journey through a friendlier sun
Merry sadly like a newly freed pawn
We’ll hurry, but cannot outrun the sun
Our part we fulfilled, now the nation’s
As a day climbs on another
We cannot but pray for good weather
'Dare Idowu
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